Young Alban and Amandy

Collected by Irene Carlisle
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
Mrs. Rachel Henry
Spring Valley, Arkansas
March 21, 1951
Reel 100, Item 4
Young Alban and Amandy
"This here was a white girl, where the Indians had stoled her and
was a-goin' to burn her by the stake when they was in the wild
tribe. . . "
The sun has gone down o'er the hills in the west,
And its last beams has faded o'er the mossy hill's crest;
Charms of beauty made Nature so fair;
And Amandy was bound with her white bosom bare.
At the foot of the mountain, where Amandy did sigh
At the hooting of an owl, or a catamount cry,
Or the howl of some wolf in its low granite cell,
Or the scrash of some tall forest tree as it fell;
Amandy was there all friendless and forlorn,
With her face bathed in blood and her garments all torn;
fTwas vengeangeance she counted in the eyes of her hoe (correct),
And sighed for the time when her suffering might close.
It was out in the forest, where the wild games had flown,
And in its branches where the rude hammock swung;
War and plunder each warrior repose
From the dawn of the morning till evening had closed.
The campfires were kindled; each warrior was there,
And Amandy was bound with her white bosom bare;
All around stood the unmerciful throng,
Awaiting in patience for the war dance and song.
Young Alban, the leader, on the scenes did appear,
With an eye like an eagle and a step like a deer;
Saying, "Forbear! Your tortures forbear!
You shall live, by the war-whoop; and that I'll swear.
It's this maiden's freedom that I do crave;
Give a sigh for her suffering and a tear for her grave;
And tonight if your victim be burned by a tree,
Young Alban, your leader, your victim shall be."
The next morning was seen a streak of red, white and blue,
A-gliding o'er the waters in a light bark canoe;
Like a wild dove sails over the tide,
Young Alban and Amandy together did ride.
The same morning was seen a streak of red, white and green,
O'er the blue bubbling waters by the willow so green;
Brace (?) was her joy when she stepped on the shore
To embrace her old father and mother once more.
Young Alban he stood by and saw the embrace,
With a sigh from his heart and a tear on his face,
Saying, "All I ask is friendship and food
From the parents of Amandy to the chief of the wood."

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Collected by Irene Carlisle
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler
Mrs. Rachel Henry
Spring Valley, Arkansas
March 21, 1951
Reel 100, Item 4
Young Alban and Amandy
"This here was a white girl, where the Indians had stoled her and
was a-goin' to burn her by the stake when they was in the wild
tribe. . . "
The sun has gone down o'er the hills in the west,
And its last beams has faded o'er the mossy hill's crest;
Charms of beauty made Nature so fair;
And Amandy was bound with her white bosom bare.
At the foot of the mountain, where Amandy did sigh
At the hooting of an owl, or a catamount cry,
Or the howl of some wolf in its low granite cell,
Or the scrash of some tall forest tree as it fell;
Amandy was there all friendless and forlorn,
With her face bathed in blood and her garments all torn;
fTwas vengeangeance she counted in the eyes of her hoe (correct),
And sighed for the time when her suffering might close.
It was out in the forest, where the wild games had flown,
And in its branches where the rude hammock swung;
War and plunder each warrior repose
From the dawn of the morning till evening had closed.
The campfires were kindled; each warrior was there,
And Amandy was bound with her white bosom bare;
All around stood the unmerciful throng,
Awaiting in patience for the war dance and song.
Young Alban, the leader, on the scenes did appear,
With an eye like an eagle and a step like a deer;
Saying, "Forbear! Your tortures forbear!
You shall live, by the war-whoop; and that I'll swear.
It's this maiden's freedom that I do crave;
Give a sigh for her suffering and a tear for her grave;
And tonight if your victim be burned by a tree,
Young Alban, your leader, your victim shall be."
The next morning was seen a streak of red, white and blue,
A-gliding o'er the waters in a light bark canoe;
Like a wild dove sails over the tide,
Young Alban and Amandy together did ride.
The same morning was seen a streak of red, white and green,
O'er the blue bubbling waters by the willow so green;
Brace (?) was her joy when she stepped on the shore
To embrace her old father and mother once more.
Young Alban he stood by and saw the embrace,
With a sigh from his heart and a tear on his face,
Saying, "All I ask is friendship and food
From the parents of Amandy to the chief of the wood."